Why do these eyes sink?
When you sing to the sky…
Why do you yearn for wings?
When I say I cannot fly…
Why does your hair sway?
When the wind sings a rhyme…
Why does this heart pain?
When tulips just don’t cry…
Why does your lip speak riddles?
When I wish to name them mine…
Why does your breath feel brittle?
Have I drenched myself in wine…?
Why do your arms not move?
Are mine too cold to give…
What have I to prove?
You’re all I have to live…
Oh! The queen of my throne!
I’ve roses but you bring me thorns…
Told you tulips don’t groan…
But your garden bloom spawns…
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